Scenic Drive

“Let's go to Camp Wolf Moon!” Amy replied, proposing a scenic drive that was about thirty minutes on the best day (a day which this was not, in terms of traffic). The camp shut down for lack of funding a few years ago, but the camp's still there. It wasn't the same, with the camp shut down due to the economic crash, but it hadn't been demolished, either.

“You want to go see the hole I fell in, don't you?” I ask, as Amy snaps her fingers and motions for me to undress. I strip nude quickly, waiting as Amy hands me underclothes that look custom-made. I blink, startled, but put them on, anyway, feeling the soft, delicate wool slide up my legs. The boxer-briefs offer an exceptionally snug, comfortable fit on my hips.

“I bought you some clothes, a while ago, didn't know when would be the right time to give them to you,” Amy informs me, as she hands me a pair of shorts, and a midriff-cut sleeveless shirt, I slip into them quickly, flexing and twisting to check it out. They're exceptionally comfortable, and I like the consistent dark blue shades that compliment my eyes.

“And, to answer your question,” Amy adds, “No. I don't want to go see the hole you fell into the day we met.” I blink at her as she says this, tilting my head inquisitively.

“You don't?” I ask.

“No, I want to go down into the hole you fell into, and I wanna fuck you, there,” she replies, grinning as I straighten the shirt, smoothing it down over my chest. “I called Cassie, and she's going to meet us there and we'll use the ladder.” I feel my cheeks colour at her statement, but I nod. They'd installed the ladder in case anyone else fell in the way that I did.

“Oh. Huh,” I answer, following her out to her car once she's ready, catching reflexively when she tosses her keys over to me, “Wait, why am I the one driving?” Amy smiles at me as she circles around and leans against the roof of her car with her arms crossed.

“You like driving, and I want you to know that I trust you, faggot, and I trust your driving capabilities,” she tells me and motions toward the driver's side. I know how much she values her car, and how proud of it she is. It's a statement on far more than just her feelings for me, it's a declaration on her confidence in me as someone who knows how to drive, too.

“Thank you,” I answer, submissively, unlocking the car and getting in, buckling my safety belt, and looking over at her, waiting until she's buckled in before I turn the ignition. I haven't often driven her car, but we're close enough in height that I don't need to adjust anything to drive comfortably. She leans back arching her spine until her back pops audibly.

“Drive, whore,” Amy commands, and I obey. I put the car in reverse, and focus on the rear-cam in the front and centre, rolling out onto the street. Then, switching into drive, I navigate the streets of Pacific Discovery Residences and out of the community. Leaving Santa Rosa, entirely, a few minutes later, we're off into the pleasant scenery of country roads.

Before long, we're deep into the forests where Camp Wolf Moon lay nestled, driving partway around the little lake that it was situated by. When we arrive, I can see a small compact car, which must be Cassandra's, since I don't recognise it at all. I don't know anyone else who would be here, at this exact moment, unless Amy happened to call someone else, too.

Once I park, I return the keys to Amy and we get out of the car, and she circles around to lean against the driver's side for just a moment. I enjoyed the drive, while Amy had the opportunity to enjoy the scenery, because unlike some folks, I'm not a driver who sight-sees while they're driving. I find it wildly irresponsible to take your eyes off the road, at all.

“Hey, guys! Welcome to Camp Wolf Moon!” calls Cassandra, as if she owns the place, and emerges from between two of the old cabins, “I checked around, got the place all to ourselves!” Cassie looks from Amy to me, then back again, as she comes to where we're standing. She's dressed casual, like Amy, but she's taking a moment to appreciate the way I'm dressed.

“Nice outfit, Nico,” she smirks, letting her eyes wander unabashedly as I stand there.

“Thank you, I picked it, myself,” Amy replies, “I bought this outfit for him. Did you call anyone else to join us, or did you bring anyone with you?” Cassie shakes her head immediately in answer to both questions.

“No, I thought it'd be nice if we bonded over him, just us girls,” Cassie says, “It's so nice to see you both again. I'm super happy you called. I missed you guys, the last couple years. I've been thinking about him ever since you told me about it.” My cheeks turn a little pink, but I guess I don't mind, since she's going to be fucking me in the rather near future.

“So, Grennan's Redoubt, then? We going where he landed?” Cassie asks, and Amy nods, before she looks over at me, and grins a little bit. I know that grin. That grin means mischief, that grin means trouble, that grin means wickedness in the funnest way possible. Under the current circumstances, I don't even have to ask what Amy has in mind this time.

Without waiting for Amy to tell me what to do, I remove my shoes and socks, then pull off the shirt that she bought me. Cassie's eyes widen as she stares at me, watching me strip nude right in front of her. Amy simply grins broadly at me, in increasing satisfaction, as I bare my skin, sliding down the shorts and underclothes and stepping out of them.

“Holy shit, he's actually ...” Cassie breathes.

“A faggot. Yea. My faggot, for right now,” Amy says proudly, and my cheeks warm, but I smile, as programmed, anyway, and don't mind being programmed to smile. “He's mine through the duration of the experiment, at least. If he chooses a more permanent lifestyle and chooses me to own him, he'll be mine, forever, and I'll never let him come to harm.”

“Psh, I know better than that,” Cassie laughs, though her eyes are staring at me, drinking in everything she can see, as Amy turns me around and runs one hand down my body, “You'd already never let him come to harm. He doesn't need to be your property to have your forever-guard. You'll always keep him safe. It's why I've never worried about him.”

“That's true,” Amy answers, before she delivers a hard spank to each cheek of my ass with a loud, crisp crack of flesh on flesh, then pulls my hair. “You ready to go, slut?” I moan softly in affirmation, and Amy pulls me, then pushes me ahead. Bare nude, I lead the way, letting them follow me to where the polished aluminium ladder waits to let us go down.